" His dark eyes stroked the tops of her thrusting tits."Call me Viv... please. I made some inquiries around here and they told me you were the man to ...ee about running a cattle ranch. I mean, I don't want to run one." She laughed softly. "I just want to write about it. I need some background information." Well, this place ain't mine. It belongs to my dad." But you sort of run it for him, don't you?" Her eyes were very wide and earnest."You might say that," Pete responded proudly, permitting. At the airport advertised the city and he saw the tourists looking at theads. He grabbed his bags and headed outside to hail a cab and he yelledloudly and the cab stopped for.The cab driver asked, "Where to Mister?"George said, "Manhattan Hilton."They pulled in front of Midtown Hilton and George was amazed.George gave the driver a $20 tip and said, "Hey, I am not renting a carhere and you have given such a great service I want you."The driver smiled and said, "You got it just call and ask for. She was shocked to see Lamar and two other young Black men about his age standing on the front stoop."Open up bitch, we've come for some pussy," he ordered, the three young men laughing as, Marcy, now resigned to her fate as Lamar's personal whore, admitted them to her home."See," said Lamar, pointing to Marcy's virtual nudity, "I told you she was a slut who just couldn't get enough Black cock."Marcy knew better than to object, as Lamar told her to lead them to the bedroom. Once there, the. She'd never touched herself in front of someone before. She'd thought peeing in front of him was bad, but this was much worse, much more private. But she couldn't fail him again—she just had to make herself do it. Good God, she'd probably already waited too long. Biting her lip nervously, she brought her middle finger to her clit and started to strum it lightly. Within seconds her hips were straining to roll, beginning a familiar rhythm, and Marie fought panic as she wondered how long he'd make.